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Little Folks' Plays of American Heroes 

Ulysses Simpson Grant 



A STORY AND A PLAY 



BY 



MARY HAZELTON WADE 



Author of the Little Cousin books, etc. 




RICHARD G. BADGER 

THE GORHAM PRESS 
BOSTON 



Copyright, 1914, by Richard G. Badger 



All Rights Reserved 



The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 



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ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 
A STORY 

AND 

A PLAY 



CONTENTS 

Page 

THE STORY 

Boyhood Days 9 

Of to West Point 14 

Training for War 19 

In Mexico 21 

Back from the War 23 

The Young Farmer 25 

The Call to Arms 26 

Fresh Victories 31 

The Call to be President 37 

Around the World 40 

THE PLAY 

Act I 47 

Act II 51 

Act III 56 

Act IV • 60 

Act V 6$ 

Act VI 72 

Act VII is 

Act VIII 79 



THE STORY 



ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 
Boyhood Days 

NEARLY one hundred years ago a little 
cottage stood on the bank of a creek 
flowing into the Ohio river. Close by 
were thick woods from which the mas- 
ter of the house obtained the bark of many trees 
which he afterwards ground up into dust in his 
tannery. This man, Jesse Grant, had married a 
young girl by the name of Hannah Simpson, and 
set up housekeeping in this little cottage. 

About a year afterwards, on the twenty-seventh 
of April, 1822, a baby boy was born to the young 
couple. Then how proud and happy they were ! 
A very important question arose at once, however. 
What should their child be named? After puz- 
zling over the matter for some time and discussing 
the different names that might be given to the baby, 
they decided to ride over to the "old folks" who 
lived ten miles away, and get them to help in de- 
ciding. 

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io ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

During this visit it was agreed upon by the lit- 
tle one's friends and relations that he should be 
called Hiram Ulysses, — Hiram out of respect to 
his grandfather, and Ulysses because it was such a 
noble name, borne by a great soldier centuries be- 
fore. 

The little boy grew fast, but before he was able 
to remember his first home his parents moved with 
him to Georgetown, twenty miles away. Here Mr. 
Grant had bought a large stretch of woodland, 
near which he set up a still larger tannery than 
his first one, and here Ulysses spent a happy boy- 
hood. 

His father owned a number of horses, and the 
little son never seemed so happy as when he was 
allowed to care for these animals or to drive them 
about. On the other hand, the horses seemed to 
understand that he was their friend. They loved 
the child and obeyed him readily. When he was 
only seven or eight years old he could manage a 
team of horses, and he hauled from the woods all 
the wood used in the house and the tannery. 

When he was eleven he was strong enough to 
handle a plough, and for the next six years did all 
the ploughing on the farm, the furrowing of the 
corn and potatoes, the harvesting of the crops, and 



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the hauling of the wood, besides taking care of 
the cows and horses. 

With all this work Ulysses went to the country 
school, which was some distance from the little 
village where he lived. It was a busy life, and yet 
the boy was very happy. His parents never scold- 
ed him, but gave him every possible chance for 
pleasure. He went swimming and fishing in sum- 
mer, and skating in the winter, but there was noth- 
ing he enjoyed better than riding over the country 
roads to visit relatives miles away. 

There was one thing which he did not like to 
do, — that was to help his father in the tannery. 
Every part of this work was unpleasant to Ulysses, 
and he shirked it if possible. His father, seeing 
this, and finding that his son was always ready to 
work on the farm, let him have his way and asked 
less and less of his help in the tannery. 

Now, as you already know, Ulysses loved 
horses dearly, and he liked to do "stunts" with 
them. One day a circus came to town, and he 
went to it with the other village boys. Among 
the animals was a pony whose mane had been cut 
off and whose back was so round that it did not 
seem possible for anyone to sit on it. 

"I will give five dollars to the boy who can 



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ride this pony without being thrown off," said the 
manager of the circus. 

Of course, this offer was very attractive, and 
one boy after another tried to ride the pony. Each 
one in turn was thrown off, because the pony had 
been taught all sorts of tricks to make this hap- 
pen. Ulysses stood by, watching carefully. He 
said to himself, "I am going to master that pony." 

When he was given a chance to try, he sprang 
on the animal's back, fastened his arms around its 
neck with a grip of iron, and though the pony 
tried one trick after another to throw him off, he 
managed to hold on. It was this same spirit that 
afterwards made him one of the greatest men in 
this country. 

When Ulysses was fifteen years old, he again 
showed that it was not in his nature to give up. 
Quite alone, he made a journey with a carriage 
and two horses to a place seventy miles from 
home. While he was there he saw a saddle horse 
whose looks he liked very much. He said to the 
owner of the horse, "I will trade one of my car- 
riage horses for that saddle horse." 

The man considered the matter. "I wonder if 
1 ought to make a trade with such a young fellow 
as Ulysses Grant," he thought. Besides, the sad- 



THE STORY 13 

die horse had never had a harness on his back. 
How could Ulysses get him home? 

"He is quite gentle, so I am sure that I can 
manage him," Ulysses declared. 

The trade was made, and hitching his new horse 
to the carriage, the lad set out. All went well till 
he met a vicious dog that ran out into the road, 
barking furiously, and snapping at the heels of the 
horses. The saddle horse was frightened. It 
kicked and reared and ran, though Ulysses did his 
best to control it. He did not succeed till he got 
to the edge of a steep bank twenty feet high. He 
had stopped just in time to save himself from a 
terrible accident. 

He was still forty miles from home and the sad- 
dle horse was now so wild with fear that he kicked 
and reared at every turn. A happy thought came 
to Ulysses. Taking out his handkerchief, he blind- 
folded the horse, and although the animal was still 
nervous and somewhat unruly, his new master 
managed to reach home that night safe and sound. 
As usual, he accomplished what he set out to do. 

Mr. Grant's parents had died when he was very 
young, so that he was obliged to earn his living 
after only a few months of schooling. "Ulysses 
shall not grow up without an education as I had 



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to do," he decided. So, after the boy had learned 
what he could at the district school, he was sent 
for a while to Maysville, to attend the academy 
there. A man who had been to college was at the 
head of the academy, and through him Ulysses 
learned somewhat of the outside world and the 
social ways of the people who live in cities. 

Among other things he had to take part in de- 
bates. This was very unpleasant to him. To 
stand up and speak before an audience was very 
hard for this quiet, modest fellow. He could "do 
things" when it was necessary, but to show off was 
another matter. 

Off to West Point 

Ulysses was not much of a scholar; in his early 
days he did not care greatly for books. Neither 
did he take much interest in anything that had to 
do with warfare, though his grandfather and 
great-grandfather had been soldiers. And yet, 
during those quiet years of his boyhood on the 
farm, his father was possibly dreaming of a very 
different future for his son. 

At any rate, he said to Ulysses one day, when 
the lad was about seventeen years old, "Ulysses, I 



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believe you are going to get that appointment." 

"What appointment?" was the astonished an- 
swer. 

"To West Point," said his father. "I have ap- 
plied for it for you." 

Ulysses, generally quiet and easy to manage, de- 
clared stoutly that he would not go to West Point, 
but his father had made up his mind in the mat- 
ter, and there was no gainsaying it. It seems that 
a neighbor's son, who was looked upon as a very 
bright fellow, had received the appointment, but 
failed in his examinations. Then it was that Mr. 
Grant applied for his own son. 

When Ulysses saw that his father was determ- 
ined in the matter he set to work to prepare him- 
self for the examinations. He went to an academy 
at Ripley, Ohio, and studied faithfully. He 
showed himself especially good in mathematics. 
At last he felt himself ready to pass the dreaded 
examinations. Even now, however, he was not 
eager to go to West Point. He loved the quiet 
farm life and the country rides, and his horses, 
and he felt that he would rather be a trader than 
anything else. 

But go he must, so he decided to make the best 
of it, "At any rate," he thought, "I can have a 



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good time on the way. I shall see many new 
places; I shall visit the great city of Philadelphia; 
for the first time I shall ride long distances over 
the railroads." 

The journey proved most delightful. Part of it 
was spent on a steamboat which carried the young 
man to Pittsburg, and as it made long stops at dif- 
ferent places on the way, Ulysses had a good 
chance to see everything that was worth while. 
But when, for the first time in his life, he rode in a 
steamcar, his delight was unbounded. The rate 
at which the train moved would seem slow to us 
now, but to Ulysses it was wonderful. 

The young man staid five days in Philadelphia, 
going to the theatre and seeing all the sights possi- 
ble. At last the journey came to an end, and the 
young traveller found himself at West Point on the 
beautiful Hudson. Two weeks later he took the 
examinations, and much to his surprise he passed 
them quite easily. 

It happened that through the mistake of the 
Congressman who got his appointment for him, 
the name of the young man had been given, not 
as Hiram Ulysses, but as Ulysses Simpson, Grant. 
In this way, therefore, the name was written in 
the records of the War Department. 



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"But that is not my name," said young Grant 
when he heard of the mistake, and he asked to 
have it changed. 

"Impossible," was the answer, "unless you get 
the consent of the Secretary of War." 

On hearing this Ulysses decided that it was not 
worth while to make a fuss about such a small 
matter, and thus the world came to know him as 
Ulysses Simpson Grant, or more commonly as 
U. S. Grant. 

Before his studies began at West Point he went 
into encampment, and there he learned a little of 
the daily duties of a soldier. He had to sleep on 
the bare floor of his tent with two blankets in 
which to wrap himself. He had to drill in differ- 
ent positions for several hours a day, till every 
part of his body was aching. He was obliged to 
bear with good humor the tricks which fellows in 
the upper classes play on beginners, ./^together, 
his new life did not please him, and he must often 
have longed for his home and the free life of the 
country. 

At the end of three months came the January 
examinations, and then study began in earnest. 
Every hour of the day was governed by some rule. 
From the call to get up in the morning till the call 



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to retire at night, Ulysses was made to feel that he 
was under strict law, — the law that makes soldiers 
learn to obey instantly and without question. 

Two years went by in this manner, — a lifetime 
it seemed to Ulysses, — and then came a delightful 
vacation of three months, which the young man 
spent with his family in Ohio. How happy and 
free life seemed now and how he enjoyed riding 
around the country on the fine horse that his de- 
lighted father had given him. But alas ! The va- 
cation came to an end all too soon, and Ulysses 
went back to West Point for two more long and 
tiresome years. 

He had one great comfort in his life there. 
There was a good library containing many books 
and novels, and he spent most happy hours read- 
ing these books. His studies "came easy" as we 
sometimes say, and he generally got his lessons by 
reading them through once. For this reason, prob- 
ably, he seldom got high marks, though he man- 
aged to pass his examinations. 

At this time he was looked upon among his fel- 
lows as a quiet and good-humored young man, but 
was not noticed particularly as he did nothing re- 
markable. He was a favorite with his riding mas- 
ter, and this was not strange, for he still loved 



THE STORY 19 

horses dearly and excelled in all horseback exer- 
cises. At one time, indeed, he made his horse 
leap with him over a bar five feet, six and a half 
inches high. Never since that day has this feat 
been equalled, so that young Grant's fame is still 
spoken of at West Point, to this day. 

Though he had not been a good student, there 
were none but good words said of Ulysses Grant 
when the day of graduation came. He was known 
for his love of truth and honesty; he never swore; 
he was kindly to all. "Everything can be expected 
of him," said one of his classmates, little dreaming 
at the time how great his friend was to become 
afterwards, nor how much he was to do for his 
country. 

Training for War 

After young Grant's graduation from West 
Point, he was appointed to the Fourth Regiment 
of the United States Infantry, but given a three 
months' vacation, or furlough as soldiers call it, 
which he spent at his home in Bethel, Ohio. Dur- 
ing this time there was a country muster when 
the people from all the country round about gath- 
ered to watch the soldiers go through their drills. 



20 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

Young Grant, having but lately come from West 
Point, was asked to drill the militia, and he suc- 
ceeded so well that he was praised very highly. 

When the three months' furlough was over, he 
was ordered to join his regiment at Jefferson Bar- 
racks, an army post on the Mississippi river, 
where there were sixteen companies of infantry. 
The young man, being so fond of riding, would 
have liked much better to have been in the cavalry. 
There was no opening there, however, so he start- 
ed in life as a soldier by being a lieutenant of in- 
fantry. 

His duties at Jefferson Barracks were light, so 
he often had time to visit at the home of one of 
his old West Point friends, only a few miles away. 
There he met a sister of this friend, a lovely young 
girl of seventeen. To this girl, Julia Dent, he soon 
became engaged. At this time young Grant was 
planning to become a teacher of mathematics. He 
had no idea of remaining in the army. 

"Perhaps," thought he, "I can get the position 
of assistant professor at West Point." 

With this in mind he kept up his studies, togeth- 
er with his military drill. Then something hap- 
pened which put all ideas of teaching out of his 
mind. The United States determined to make 



THE STORY 21 

war on Mexico, and in order to be ready for the 
coming fight, Lieutenant Grant was ordered to go 
with his regiment to the Mexican borderland. 

In Mexico 

The war soon opened. When ttie young man 
found himself for the first time face to face with 
the guns of the enemy, he was sorry that he had 
enlisted, and his heart beat with fear. Yet this 
did not last long, for when the battle had once be- 
gun he fought nobly, doing good work in driving 
back the Mexicans, and bringing victory to the 
American flag. 

The very next day there was another battle, and 
a sharp one. Here, again, Grant acted with the 
bravery of an old soldier, and when night came he 
felt ready to meet any danger. After this there 
was never any question but what the young lieu- 
tenant had fighting blood in him. Ever ready to 
do more than was his share, he took part in what- 
ever was at hand, whether in storming a fort, 
chasing the enemy, or fighting in an open battle. 

During much of this time, having been made 
quartermaster and adjutant of his regiment, young 
Grant not only had charge of the supplies for his 



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men, but he had to be in constant readiness to give 
help to his colonel. Thus it was not strange, that 
doing his duty so faithfully in all ways, his name 
was mentioned with honor in the reports sent back 
to the United States. 

After two years of hard fighting came the siege 
and conquest of the city of Mexico. In this Grant 
took such an active part that he met with a well- 
earned reward. He was made a first lieutenant. 
There was little more fighting after the City of 
Mexico had been taken, but the American army 
remained in the country until a treaty had been 
made between Mexico and the United States. 

Lieutenant Grant was still busy during this time, 
for he had charge of the supplies for all the men 
in his regiment. Their uniforms were ragged af- 
ter two years of fighting, and the young quarter- 
master had to buy cloth and have Mexican tailors 
make it up into new uniforms. Besides this, as 
money was so scarce that there was not enough to 
pay the regiment band, Grant set to work to earn 
what was needed. He set up a bread bakery, selling 
the bread to the army and thereby getting the 
necessary money. 

With all his duties the young lieutenant found 
time to see many of the interesting sights of Mex- 



THE STORY 23 

ico. He climbed the volcano Popocatapetl, he 
visited many tombs and wonderful ruins, and he 
also saw a bull fight. That one satisfied him, and 
he said that he never wished to see another. To 
look on while animals were being goaded to kill 
each other made him ill. 

Back From the War 

The time came at last when young Grant re- 
ceived orders to go marching home, and happy 
indeed he was. What do you think was now the 
first thought in his mind? It was none other than 
to ask for a furlough, so that he might seek the 
lovely young girl whom he loved so dearly, and 
ask for a speedy marriage. 

Ulysses Grant and Julia Dent were married at 
the young girl's home on the twenty-second of Au- 
gust, 1848. A happy day it was for both these 
young people, — the greatest one in their lives. 
After the wedding was over, they went to visit 
the family and friends of Ulysses, enjoying to- 
gether the same free, country life which Lieuten- 
ant Grant had loved so much in his boyhood. 

At the end of four months the furlough came 
to an end. But now the young couple could not 



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set up housekeeping in some quiet little place as 
they might have wished because, Ulysses being a 
soldier, he must still obey orders from the govern- 
ment. As his regiment had been ordered to Sack- 
ett's Harbor on Lake Ontario, he too, must go 
there. Accordingly, he took his young wife to 
Sackett's Harbor, where they lived in barracks, 
as soldiers' quarters are called, for the next four 
months. 

Then came an order for the regiment to move 
to Detroit, on Lake Michigan. There the Grants 
lived for nearly two years and then came another 
change, for the regiment was now ordered back 
to Sackett's Harbor. They had scarcely got set- 
tled there when the news came that the regiment 
must go to California. In those days there were 
no trains to carry people with lightning-like speed 
across the continent. It was a hard and dangerous 
journey, and Lieutenant Grant decided at once 
that it would not be well for his wife to undertake 
it at present. He would go first; then, if it seemed 
best for her to come out to the wild western coun- 
try, he would send for her. 

It must have been a hard parting, but such as a 
soldier's wife had to expect. However, the young 
couple hoped they would not have to be separated 



THE STORY 25 

very long. During the next two years Mrs. Grant 
lived in the old home with her parents, while her 
husband, after a long and dangerous journey, 
spent months of homesickness in the wild west. 
Far to the east were the young wife and the two 
little children whom he longed to see. 

At last he said to himself, "I do not have enough 
pay to support my family here, so it is of no use 
for me to send for them. I will resign from the 
army and go home." 

Accordingly, Captain Grant, for such was now 
the title of the young man, made his way back to 
the East. 

The Young Farmer 

How happy Ulysses Grant was when he was 
once more with his dear ones ! But now he had to 
think of a way to make a living for them. He 
must begin at the beginning as far as business went, 
because he had had only the training of a soldier. 

Mrs. Grant, as it happened, had a small farm 
near St. Louis, but there was no house there; 
neither were there any cattle. Nevertheless, her 
husband went bravely to work. First of all, he 
built a small house. Then, day after day, in stormy 



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weather as well as fair, he labored at whatever 
came to hand, whether planting and harvesting, or 
cutting and drawing wood. The life was a hard 
one, but things went fairly well for several years. 
Then a sad visitor came to the little home. It 
was fever and ague, from which Captain Grant 
suffered for more than a year. At last he was 
obliged to leave the farm, and go away to enter 
into the real estate business. But this grew so 
slowly that after a time he found it best to give it 
up. He now went to Galena in Illinois, to be- 
come a clerk in his father's store, in the leather 
business. 

Black clouds of war had been sweeping over the 
country for some time, and were constantly grow- 
ing heavier. The next month after Abraham Lin- 
coln was made President, April n, 1 86 1 , Fort 
Sumter was fired upon. The President at once 
called for seventy-five thousand men to enlist for 
ninety days. 

The Call to Arms 

As soon as the news reached the little town of 
Galena there was great excitement. The stores 
were closed and the people decided to have a meet- 



THE STORY 27 

ing in the court house that very evening, to talk 
over the coming war. The leading men at once 
turned to Grant because he had already taken part 
in a war. They asked him to take charge of the 
meeting, and he did so, but it was very hard for 
him to speak before a large gathering. 

Even now that he was a grown man and had 
been in the thick of many battles he was as shy as 
when, a boy at the Academy, he had hated to 
"speak pieces" or take part in debates. From the 
night of that meeting there was no more leather 
business for Ulysses Grant. It fell to him to drill 
the company that was at once formed to take part 
in the war. He was also called upon to advise the 
women who were busy buying cloth and making 
uniforms for the soldiers. 

The men of the company asked Grant to be 
their captain, but he refused. He felt, that after 
the experience he had had already, he could fill a 
more important place. He followed the company to 
Springfield, however, and there Governor Yates 
asked the young man to help in the office of the 
adjutant general. He took the position, because 
having been quartermaster in the war with Mexi- 
co, he knew that he could be useful. 

And now it was becoming clear that the war 



28 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

was likely to be a long one. President Lincoln 
made another call; this time it was for three hun- 
dred thousand men for three years. Grant could 
not stand back, and when Governor Yates asked 
him to be colonel of the Twenty-first Regiment of 
Illinois, he accepted the position. 

The Twenty-first Regiment had a rather hard 
name. The men were known to be disorderly. 
They stole chickens from the farmers, and even 
got into a riot because they were not satisfied with 
their food. The colonel who had been in com- 
mand had been a weak man and had not succeeded 
in keeping order. The question now was: will 
Grant do any better? 

There were those who feared that he would 
not. Congressman Logan was one of these. He 
even said to the young man, "Do you believe that 
you can manage such an unruly regiment?" 

To this Grant answered in his usual quiet way: 
"I think so." 

That was all; and when the time came for him 
to be introduced to his men, instead of the long, 
fine speech which they expected, he simply said, 
"Men, go to your quarters." 

They were taken by surprise. Moreover, there 
was something in the clear, decided voice that 



THE STORY 29 

made them feel they must obey. There could 
be no question about it. From that day there was 
a change in the regiment. In a short time it was 
brought into good order, while the men were fast 
learning to love and trust their leader, as well as 
to carry out his orders. 

Not long after Grant had taken command of 
the regiment, an order came for him to march 
against the enemy. On his way to possible battle, 
the same kind of feeling came over him as on that 
day, years ago, in Mexico, when he faced the fire 
of the enemy for the first time, — he was afraid. 

This time, however, it was not for himself, — 
but rather, because of the thought that he was in 
command of a whole regiment. He was fear- 
ful, now, lest he might not do his duty. He said 
afterwards: "My heart kept getting higher and 
higher until it felt to me as though it was in my 
throat." 

But when he reached the summit of a hill from 
which he expected to get sight of the enemy below, 
and discovered that they had fled, he was once 
more himself. He thought: "The enemy are as 
much afraid of me as I am of them." It was a 
good thing to remember, and from that day till 
the end of the Civil War, he never knew fear 



30 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

again. 

Soon after this, Grant was surprised one day 
by a telegram from Washington. It told him 
that he had been made a brigadier-general. How 
his men cheered when they learned the good news ! 
From that time on Grant was in one battle after 
another, always inspiring his men to follow him 
with courage into the very thickest of the danger. 
He held one thought steadily before them: that 
was, we must conquer. Once, as it happened, they 
lost heart. The enemy had made their way in 
between them and the river where the transports 
and gunboats were. 

"We are surrounded; weVe got to surrender," 
was the cry of the soldiers. 

But Grant's answer, cool and calm, was, "] 
think not. We've cut our way in, and I guess we 
can cut our way out." 

The words acted like magic. The lines were 
quickly brought into order, and by a sudden 
charge, the enemy was put to flight. It was not 
long before such a leader was noticed. People 
were beginning to say : "That quiet, little brigadier- 
general has the right stuff in him. He shows 
strength and courage." 



THE STORY 31 

Fresh Victories 

In the year 1862 Grant saw that Forts Henry 
and Donelson ought to be taken. They were held 
by the enemy at important places on the Tennessee 
and Cumberland rivers, in the midst of a country 
which furnished rich supplies. 

Grant said to himself: "If I can take those 
two forts, the enemy will be cut off from supplies." 

He proposed to his superior officers that he 
should try to take the forts. At first they said: 
"No, it is too dangerous." 

But at last they said he might attack Fort 
Henry, as that was not very strongly guarded. He 
started out at once with seventeen thousand men, 
and seven gunboats to give help from the river. 
The fort was taken after a quick sharp attack, 
and now Grant made his way towards Fort Donel- 
son. A big undertaking was before him now, 
but he was so sure of success that he sent word to 
his superior officer that in a few days it would be 
in his hands. 

He had only fifteen thousand men to meet a 
much larger number of the enemy at Fort Donel- 
son, but he trusted to the gunboats on the river to 
give help. At first these worked nobly, but they 



32 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

were soon disabled and their commander was 
wounded. Then they had to move down the 
stream out of range of the guns at the fort. Grant 
was now left alone with a small army, already 
worn out from a long march, hungry, and stiff with 
the cold. The enemy, knowing this, were so sure 
of success that they sent off a telegram saying: vic- 
tory is ours. 

In the meantime fresh troops came to Grant's 
aid, but the outlook was still dark. Calm, brave, 
hopeful as usual, however, he pressed on with 
steady purpose, — victory. It was this very stead- 
iness that brought success when to everyone but 
Grant the condition seemed hopeless. His men 
fought with such spirit that two of the command- 
ers in the fort became fearful and stole away in 
the night with three thousand men. The next 
morning the general who had been left in com- 
mand of the fort sent word to Grant asking on 
what terms he might surrender. 

What do you suppose was the answer? It was 
exactly what was to be looked for from such a 
man. "No terms, except unconditional and im- 
mediate surrender can be expected. I propose to 
move immediately on your works." 

This reply had its effect, for in those few words 



THE STORY 33 

the same strong will showed itself as on that day 
when Grant took command of his regiment and 
said: "Men, go to your quarters." The com- 
mander of the fort felt at once that Grant meant 
exactly what he said, and that he was a most 
strong and determined man. That day Fort Don- 
elson surrendered with seventeen thousand men. 

When the news spread throughout the North 
there was great joy, and from that time the little 
general, U. S. Grant, was known as, Uncondi- 
tional Surrender Grant. The two forts had been 
taken in February. The next April Grant took 
part in the terrible battle of Shiloh. Here, again, 
the outlook was almost hopeless. A little before 
sunset, General Buell came to Grant and said: 
"What have you done to prepare for retreat?" 

The answer, cool and hopeful as possible, was: 
"Why, I haven't given up the idea of whipping 
them yet." 

The night set in, dark and stormy. The whole 
army had no hope for the morrow. Only one 
man, Ulysses Grant, still thought: "With another 
day victory will be ours." 

The victory in which he had faith came after 
a terrible and bloody battle, and it was won 
through the grim, "bull-dog" persistence of the 



34 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

general who could not think defeat. Grant was 
now a major-general, which title he had won with 
the capture of Fort Donelson. After the victory 
of Shiloh, he pushed on from place to place, lead- 
ing his men in battle, or making plans for the fu- 
ture. 

Sometimes he was misjudged. Even President 
Lincoln could not always understand why Grant 
did certain things, though he believed in giving 
him a chance to prove himself. There came a 
time when he knew without doubt that Grant was 
a wise and great general, and the whole country 
rang with his praises. 

This was after the siege of Vicksburg. Step by 
step, taking great risks, Grant had advanced 
towards this great stronghold. His enemies 
awoke to their danger after their two armies had 
been separated; but this was too late. Grant was 
already before Vicksburg, where he planted his 
troops with the grim purpose of staying there till 
it should be his. 

One day during the siege, he stopped at a house 
to get some water. The woman who lived in the 
house, and who was in sympathy with the enemy 
asked with scorn: "Do you ever expect to get into 
Vicksburg?" 



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"Certainly," was the answer. 

"When?" she now asked. 

"I cannot tell exactly when I shall take the town; 
but I mean to stay here till I do, if it takes me 
thirty years," was the prompt reply. 

The siege went on for several weeks but at last, 
on the third of July, the general in command of 
the enemy, met Grant under an old oak-tree and 
agreed to give up. The surrender must be un- 
conditional, Grant declared, as was to be expected 
of him. 

The next day, July 4, Vicksburg was in his 
hands, and over thirty-one thousand soldiers were 
at his mercy. But when they passed out, not a 
cheer was given, not an unkind remark was made 
by one of Grant's soldiers. He would not have 
allowed it. There was rejoicing in the North over 
the good news. President Lincoln at once wrote 
to Grant thanking him for the great work that he 
had done. Congress passed a vote of thanks, and 
a day was set apart for general thanksgiving. 

The victory at Vicksburg was followed by an- 
other at Chattanooga, one of the most remarkable 
in history. Again Grant's praises were sounded 
by a grateful people. Soon afterwards he was 
called to Washington. There, before the Presi- 



36 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

dent and his cabinet, he was made a lieutenant- 
general. Only one other officer since Washington 
had ever borne this title. 

From now on the tanner's son was to be the 
commander of all the Union soldiers, — over sev- 
en hundred thousand men. Only a few years be- 
fore he had been a poor farmer, struggling to get 
a living for his wife and children! 

Losing no time, General Grant set to work to 
plan how to bring the war to an end as soon as 
possible. Sherman should move his army against 
Atlanta; he himself would march against Rich- 
mond. His plan was carried out most nobly. 
While Sherman was making his famous "March 
to the Sea" Grant was doing the work he had laid 
out for himself. Driving his enemies before him, 
the day was fast coming when they must give up 
all hope of success in the war. 

It was on April 9, 1865, that General Grant 
and General Lee, the commander of the enemy, 
met together to arrange for lasting peace. Though 
Grant had won a great victory, he felt only sor- 
row for the brave and noble man whom he had 
conquered. Afterwards, when his troops started 
to fire a salute in honor of the success that had 
been won, he ordered it stopped at once. He had 



THE STORY 37 

too great a heart to rejoice in the downfall of an 
enemy. 

On June 30 Grant's army marched into Wash- 
ington and was disbanded. The long and terrible 
war was at an end, and its commander was free 
for a time to take comfort and pleasure with his 
family. The country did not lose sight of what he 
had done, however, for the next year Congress 
made for him the title of general. Seven years 
before he was a poor and almost unknown man 
except for the work he had done in the war with 
Mexico. 

And now this quiet, modest gentleman stood 
before the whole world as one of the greatest 
heroes of all time. 

The Call to Be President 

General Grant was not left long to his quiet 
life, for in 1868 the country was in need of a 
strong, wise president. Lincoln had been cruelly 
killed by a mad actor and Johnson, who had taken 
his place, was a weak man. The people saw that 
someone was needed to "settle things." "No one 
is better fitted than U. S. Grant," many of them 
declared. 



38 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

When the General was asked if he would be 
willing to try for that highest position in the land, 
he simply said, "If the country wishes me to be 
president, it will make me so." He refused to 
work in any way to influence the people to choose 
him. 

Nevertheless the vote was very large, and on 
March 4, 1869, Grant began his life as the head 
of this nation. A great crowd had gathered in 
front of the east side of the capitol, and were eag- 
erly waiting for the new president to appear on 
the platform. 

And now, as they watched, the dignified judges 
of the Supreme Court appeared in their long 
robes. Then a quiet-looking man stepped for- 
ward, dressed in a simple, black suit, calm in his 
manner, with kind, blue eyes, but with a mouth 
and chin that showed great firmness. The hero 
of many battles, "Unconditional Surrender" 
Grant, was about to take the oath of office. 

As he uttered the last words of the oath, can- 
nons began to boom, bells rang throughout the 
city, and the cheers of thousands of people filled 
the air. Then, as quiet settled down once more, 
the new president made a short speech. Very sim- 
ple, it was, full of plain common sense, and show- 



THE STORY 39 

ing that his heart was full of longing that his peo- 
ple throughout the whole country should be happy 
and united, and that the blessing of God should be 
upon them. 

While President Grant was speaking, his young 
daughter, who had been seated on the platform 
with her mother and brothers, came forward and 
took his hand. She seemed to have no concern 
for the crowd watching from the streets below. 
Perhaps it was because her heart was filled with 
love and admiration for her dear father that she 
had no thought except of him. 

That evening, after the ceremony was over, and 
the Grant family had settled themselves for their 
first night's rest in the White House, the President 
was disturbed by the marching of soldiers outside. 
He hurried downstairs to ask what it meant. 

"It is the night guard," he was told. "It is here 
for the purpose of protecting you from harm." 

"I can take care of myself," declared Grant, 
and he ordered the officer to take away his men. 

Then, going to his room, he locked his door and 
went to bed. It was impossible for him to cherish 
fear of any kind. 



4 o ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 
Around the World 

President Grant was the wise head of this coun- 
try for eight years. Then at last came a chance 
for a needed rest, and as he had the same love of 
travel and of seeing new places as in his boyhood, 
he decided to make a long journey to other lands. 
His family and some of his friends went with him 
on a vessel which the government offered for his 
use. 

Before the party started out there were many 
receptions and dinners in honor of the hero-presi- 
dent. Then the voyage began, and from beginning 
to end was filled with pleasure. The journey did 
not end till the party had travelled around the 
world. At every point where Grant stopped he 
was treated with the greatest honor. At some 
places the freedom of the city was given him, and 
the streets were decorated as though for the pro- 
cession of a great ruler. Kings and nobles enter- 
tained him as a guest at great dinners and made 
him many rich presents. Was not his head turned 
at last, you may wonder? Not at all. After vis- 
iting many countries, and looking upon the won- 
ders of the earth, showered though he was with 
honors, he was the same plain, quiet gentleman as 



THE STORY 4I 

ever. And at last, homesick for his own dear 
land, he returned to the United States. 

A grand reception awaited him here; houses in 
different cities were presented to him, and large 
sums of money were given him by different friends. 
The home in New York, where he intended to 
spend most of his time, was filled with the beautiful 
gifts he had received during his travels. 

He now entered into the banking business in 
which one of his sons was engaged. He put all 
of his own money and that of his wife into the bus- 
iness, but did no active work himself. He had 
faith in his son's judgment and that of his partner. 
The business was for a time very successful, and 
Grant came to look upon himself as a millionaire. 
He was able to give his wife and children every- 
thing that heart could desire. 

Then, one day, came a terrible crash, and when 
night came the hero of many battles found him- 
self a poor man. The business had failed. 

At the time of this great trouble Grant was not 
well, having been weakened by a fall on the ice 
some time before. Nevertheless, he set to work 
to make money in a new way. He wrote the story 
of some of the great battles in which he had 
fought for one of the leading magazines of the 



42 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

country. He was at work on this when he was at- 
tacked by a disease in his throat which caused him 
terrible suffering. 

"There is no hope," said the physicians, who 
could do little even towards making him comforta- 
ble. But even now "Unconditional Surrender" 
Grant did not give up. He must do something 
in his last days by which his dear ones should not 
be left penniless. He would give the story of his 
life to the world, telling of the battles he had 
fought and won. 

And so, though the suffering grew worse and 
worse, this man of iron will worked many hours 
each day, every moment fighting for strength to 
finish the story he had begun. Those last months 
of his life were the most wonderful of all, and the 
work which the sufferer accomplished before death 
came to the worn, pain-racked body, is to-day the 
noblest monument of one of America's greatest 
heroes. 

The sale of the books was so great that in a 
short time they had brought Mrs. Grant a small 
fortune. But the brave man who was more than 
all the fortunes in the world to her had already 
gone to his rest. It was on the twenty-third of 
July, 1885, and but a few days after the work was 



THE STORY 43 

finished, that this hero of many battles quietly 
breathed his last. 

The funeral services were very grand. The 
greatest as well as the humblest people, those who 
had fought with Grant, and those who had fought 
against him, followed the body of the dead hero 
to its last resting place in New York City, at Riv- 
erside Park on the Hudson. 

To-day a marble monument marks the spot 
where the greatest of all American soldiers lies 
buried. 



THE PLAY 



ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

A PLAY 

Act One 

Place, — Living room in a village house in Ohio. 

Time, — May, 1822. 

Grandparents and two Aunts of Ulysses Grant. 

Grandmother, — Dear! Dear! how I would 
like to see that blessed boy. I hear that he is 
growing fast. 

Grandfather, — The young folks will be get- 
ting over here with him pretty soon, you may just 
believe. 

First Aunt, — They have a right to be proud, 
he's such a lusty, healthy little youngster. 

Second Aunt, — He is, certainly. You know 
he weighed ten pounds and a half when he was 
born, — a pretty good weight to begin with. 

Grandmother, — If he takes after his mother 
he will be handsome, by-and-by, if he isn't now. 
The best thing about Hannah is that she isn't vain 
about her looks. Everyone likes Hannah, if I 

47 



48 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

do say it. One woman in a thousand! Good na- 
tured, and yet no willy-nilly about her. 

Grandfather, — Strong and steady, that's 
what Hannah is. 

First Aunt, — Listen! I hear wheels. (She 
goes to the window and looks out.) I do believe 
that's Jesse's horse, and his wagon. I'm sure I 
can see two people in the wagon, a man and a wo- 
man. 

Second Aunt, — (Who has followed her sis- 
ter to the window), — And the woman is holding 
a baby. It is Jesse and Hannah, for sure. ( The 
two younger women begin to bustle about the 
room and put things in order.) 

Grandmother, — How good it will be to see 
them! (She opens the door to be in readiness to 
receive the young couple, while her husband goes 
out on the stoop.) 

Jesse Grant, — (Drawing up in front of the 
house.) Whoa! Whoa there! Hannah, don't be 
in such a hurry to get out. Wait a minute. He 
springs out, takes the baby and places it tenderly 
in its grandfather's arms; then helps his wife). 

Hannah (Excitedly, as all enter the house), — 
Father! Mother! what do you think of our little 
darling ? 



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Grandmother (looking tenderly at the baby), 
— He's a wonderful child. 

Grandfather, — He is indeed. Hannah, you 
have a right to be proud of him. 

Jesse (laughing) , — She isn't the only one. I 
reckon I have a little pride myself. 

First Aunt, — I wish he'd wake up. I want to 
see his eyes. 

Jesse, — They are bright ones. Seems as if he 
knew his mother already. 

Hannah, — There, the lids are quivering. It's 
time he woke up, anyway. He slept all the way 
over and it's a good ten miles, you know. 

Second Aunt, — Oh-h! the darling! See him 
look around. Mother, please let me hold him. 

(Baby cries a little.) 

Hannah, — Give him to me, mother. (Tak- 
ing him.) There, there, baby dear. 

Grandmother, — What are you going to call 
the boy? 

Jesse, — That's just what we came over here 
for. We've talked and talked, and the more we 
talked, the farther off we were from settling the 
question. We want you folks to help us. 

Grandfather,— I know what I would like. 

Grandmother, — Yes, I know, too. It's per- 



50 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

fectly natural, you'd like him to be Hiram after 
you. But I reckon all wouldn't agree to it. 

First Aunt, — Since you were so good as to 
come over here for our help, we ought to settle it 
now. Let's talk it over. 

Second Aunt, — But if everyone has a different 
choice, talking won't help it. I'll tell you. Let's 
cast a ballot. 

Jesse (enthusiastically), — Cast a ballot, — 
that's the idea. Hurrah ! 

Grandmother, — I'll get some pencils and 
slips of paper. (She goes to a table and opens a 
drawer. ) 

Jesse, — Folks, get ready. We mustn't let each 
other see what we write. Now, then, here's my 
hat. I'll put it on the table and we can drop our 
slips inside. (All are silent as they sit thinking , 
and then write the name each likes best. Then, 
one by one, they drop their slips of paper into the 
hat.) 

Grandfather, — Who shall be the one to 
draw? 

Jesse (turning to one of the aunts), — You may 
have the important task. 

First aunt, — All right. And it is important. 
(She laughs as she goes to the hat, shuts her eyes 



THE PLAY 51 

and draws out a slip.) 

Second aunt {looking over her shoulder, 
and reading), — Ulysses! 

Grandfather {a little disappointed) , — It's a 
good name and that of a great soldier, but, — 

Grandmother {laughing), — But, you wish 
the baby to be named for you. I know well enough 
that you wrote Hiram on your slip. 

Grandfather, — Yes-s-s, I did. 

Hannah, — I like Ulysses ever so much. But 
father must not be disappointed. I'll tell you, 
Jesse, what we might do, — give the baby both 
names, Hiram and Ulysses. 

Jesse, — A good idea ! the youngster shall be 
Hiram Ulysses Grant from this day. 

Chorus, — Hiram Ulysses Grant. 

Grandfather, — And may the dear child grow 
up into a brave and honest man, so that we shall 
all be proud of the choice made this day. 

Act Two 

Place, — Ulysses Grant's home in Georgetown, 
Ohio. 

Time,— About 1830. 

The father of Ulysses; Ulysses, about eight 



52 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

years old; Mr. Ralston, who has a colt for sale. 

Mr. Ralston, — That's as fine a colt as you 
will see in many a long day. By and by he will 
be a beauty. And strong! he shows it already in 
his build and the way he uses his legs. 

Mr. Grant,— I will give you twenty dollars 
for the colt, as Ulysses has taken a fancy to him. 

Mr. Ralston, (shaking his head), — Can't do 
it, Mr. Grant. The critter is too valuable to go for 
any such sum. Think a minute, and see if ye 
can't do better than that. I can't let that colt go 
for less'n twenty-five dollars. That's little enough 
of anybody's money. 

Ulysses (whose face is full of eagerness, comes 
to his father's side and whispers), — Father, 
please. He's such a fine colt. 

Mr. Grant (firmly), — No, Mr. Ralston, 
twenty dollars is my offer. Take it or leave it. 

Mr. Ralston, — If that's the best ye can do, I 
reckon I'll be going. Sorry, Mr. Grant, but I 
can't accept twenty dollars, I see Lyss there feels 
bad about it. 

Mr. Grant, — Small boys have to feel bad now 
and then. (He smiles kindly at his son, whose 
face is full of disappointment) . 

Mr. Ralston, — Well, then, good day. Bet- 



THE PLAY 53 

ter think it over, Mr. Grant. 

Mr. Grant, — Good day, Mr. Ralston. 

(The man goes out.) 

Ulysses (sighing), — Oh, father! I'm so sorry. 
Mr. Ralston's colt is the best one I ever saw. 

Mr. Grant (thinking aloud), — Maybe we can 
yet get that colt for twenty dollars. ( Turning to 
his son). See here, my boy. I'm sorry you feel 
bad. You are so faithful in tending the horses 
and cattle, I would like to make you happy. (His 
face grows bright.) I'll tell you what you can 
do. Get one of the horses and ride over at once 
to Mr. Ralston's. You can tell him that I said 
twenty dollars is all the horse is worth, and per- 
haps he will let you have it for that sum, after all. 

Ulysses, — But father, suppose he won't? 

Mr. Grant,— Then you can offer twenty-two 
dollars and a half. That's half way between what 
he demanded and what I offered. 

Ulysses (jumping up excitedly), — Good! I'll 
go right off. (Then, hesitating). But perhaps 
he won't be satisfied to give it to me for twenty- 
two and a half. (The boy's face grows long.) 

Mr. Grant, — Well, well, my son, if it is neces- 
sary, you can give Mr. Ralston the twenty-five. 
Your heart is so set on the colt that I can't bear 



54 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

to see you disappointed. 

Ulysses, — Thank you, thank you, father. 

{He goes out.) 

Mr. Grant {talking to himself), — Never a 
better boy lived than Ulysses. Small as he is, he 
works hard at every task I give him. I'll never 
make a tanner of him, though. He seems to hate 
everything about the business. But when there's 
a chance to use a horse, there's Ulysses, smart and 
strong beyond his years. {He takes the weekly 
newspaper from the table and reads. An hour 
passes.) {Mrs. Grant enters the room.) 

Mrs. Grant, — Where's Lyss, husband? 

Mr. Grant, — He's gone to make a trade for 
that colt he's taken such a fancy to. I hope he 
gets it for twenty dollars. But I told him he could 
pay twenty-five. 

Mrs. Grant, — A pretty small boy to drive a 
bargain! But do you know, I'm proud of Lyss, 
if he is my own child. Straightforward as the day 
is long! Everybody speaks of it. More open, 
honest eyes it would be hard to find if you hunted 
the world over. 

Mr. Grant, — Hark! I think I hear Lyss com- 
ing now. {He goes to the door and looks out.) 



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Yes, here's the boy and he's got the colt with him 
too. 

(Ulysses enters the house.) 

Ulysses (joyfully), — Didn't I come fast 
though! Mr. Ralston seemed real glad to let me 
have the colt. 

Mr. Grant, — Did you tell him what I said? 

Ulysses,— The very words. I said: "Mr. Ral- 
ston, papa says I may offer you twenty dollars for 
the colt, but if you won't take that I am to offer 
you twenty-two and a half dollars; and if you 
won't take that I am to offer twenty-five." Then he 
said right off, "Take the colt." 

Mr. Grant (looks at his wife and smiles), — 
You did, did you? Said it just like that? My 
dear little boy, of course you got the colt. You 
meant all right and thought you were following 
my directions. But you didn't exactly succeed. I 
shan't scold you, however. (He laughs.) 

Ulysses (looking first at his mother and then 
at his father), — I don't understand. (Rubs his 
forehead.) Yes, I see, but I meant all right. 

Mrs. Grant, — Indeed you did, my son, and I 
love you all the better for it. But it wasn't exactly 
business. (She smiles tenderly at Ulysses.) 



$6 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

Act Three 

Place, — Yard in front of the Grant home at 
Bethel, twelve miles from Georgetown, to which 
the family have lately moved. 

Time, — 1841. 

Ulysses, about nineteen years old, just home for 
a vacation from West Point. Two young men 
friends. 

Ulysses {taking a long breath), — You fellows 
can't dream how good it seems to be home again. 
Two long years since I went away, — the longest I 
ever lived. 

First friend (admiringly) , — But youVe seen 
the world, Lyss. I wish I had had your chance of 
getting away from this tiresome country. 

Ulysses, — The country isn't tiresome to me. 
I'll never be any happier than I used to be riding 
horseback, or driving all day long for the sake 
of visiting some friends or relations. 

Second friend, — The boys over in George- 
town haven't forgotten that colt you bought when 
you were eight years old. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! 

Ulysses, — And I never will forget the way 
they bullied me about my trade. It hurt, I tell 
you, — but I learned some wisdom from it. Too 



THE PLAY 57 

bad, though, the poor animal went blind. But 
after that happened I sold it for twenty dollars, 
so I didn't lose much by my foolishness, after all. 

First friend, — We're very glad to see you, 
Lyss, and we want to hear about what you've been 
doing at West Point. 

Second friend (thoughtfully), — Folks think 
you haven't changed much in looks, Lyss. I reck- 
on West Point won't make a tall man of you. 

Ulysses, — Maybe not, — so far it hasn't filled 
me with a love of the soldier's life, either. How I 
hated to go, except for the fun of travelling and 
sight-seeing. 

First friend, — Your father made you go, 
didn't he? 

Ulysses, — Yes, his heart was set on my going. 
Though always before he had let me have pretty 
much my own way, he wouldn't give in. I tried 
my hardest to beg off, too. He said it was a 
great chance, and was pleased enough when I 
passed the examinations. Then there was no turn- 
ing back. 

Second friend, — Poor fellow! but the jour- 
ney, and going part of the way in trains,— what 
fun it must have been ! The nearest I've been to a 
railroad is the picture of one. Didn't it make you 



58 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

feel a little queer to travel so fast? 

Ulysses, — You just bet it did! Why, in one 
part of the country, after I left Harrisburg, we 
went at the rate of eighteen miles an hour ! Think 
of it! The whole distance from Harrisburg to 
Philadelphia was covered on an average of twelve 
miles an hour. 

First friend, — Gee! that was speed! 

Ulysses, — And after that came the sights in 
the city of Philadelphia. I stayed there five days 
and saw everything. I went to the theatre, too. 

Second friend,— You were a lucky dog. 

Ulysses (sighing), — Yes, till I reached West 
Point. Tiresome enough then, I tell you, for 
there were nearly three months of camp life be- 
fore the studies began. I didn't enjoy one any 
more than the other. I wasn't cut out for a sol- 
dier. 

First friend, — One never can tell, though. 
When a fellow gets into the thick of war, it often 
brings out something he didn't know was in him. 
Now, I kinder think I'd like to be a soldier. 

Ulysses,— I'd gladly give you my training. 

Second friend, — Do you have to study hard? 

Ulysses, — There are plenty of fellows that 
spend hours and hours at their books, but I am not 



THE PLAY 59 

among them. I read through a lesson once and it 
has to go. The easiest study is military tactics. I 
always come out well in that, — perhaps, because 
I've always loved horses so much. But French! 
if the class were turned about I might be near the 
head. Now, however, {He laughs) I am not very 
proud of my standing in that branch of learning. 

First friend, — How about mathematics? I've 
heard that one can't get along in military school 
if he is poor in that. 

Ulysses, — That's about right. As it happens, 
mathematics always came easy to me, so I ride 
along through it almost as easily as I gallop over 
the fields on horseback. When I get through at 
West Point I should like to teach mathematics. 

Second friend, — And not be a soldier ! 

Ulysses {shaking his head positively) ,— And 
not be a soldier. 

First friend {beginning to laugh), — Your 
father told me the other day that you have had 
your name changed since you left home. How 
was that? 

Ulysses, — Just this way. When I applied to 
enter West Point, a member of Congress had to 
fill out the paper. He got my name mixed up with 
my brother Simpson, so he wrote it as Ulysses 



60 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

Simpson Grant instead of Hiram Ulysses. 

Second friend, — What of that? You didn't 
have to abide by his mistake, did you ? 

Ulysses (smiling) , — Since it was written in the 
government record as Ulysses Simpson, it will re- 
main Ulysses Simpson to the end of the chapter. 
The mistake could have been straightened out, but 
it would have made a lot of fuss. So, though I 
didn't like it, I gave in after a while, and I am now 
Ulysses Simpson Grant, at your service. 

Act Four 

Place, — The Grant home at Bethel, Ohio. 

Time, — 1848, after the close of the Mexican 
war. 

Ulysses and his young wife. His parents and 
three friends who have come to make a call. 

Father of Ulysses (speaking to his visitors), 
— I'm right glad to see you over here this after- 
noon. Ulysses and Julia will be glad to see you, 
too. Just now they are out for a drive, but I ex- 
pect them back shortly. 

Mother, — They are having such a good time 
riding all over the country. But, just as my hus- 
band says, they'll be very glad to see you when 



THE PLAY 6 1 

they get back. 

First friend, — Ulysses didn't waste any time 
when the war was over, did he? He'd waited as 
long as he could for his bride. 

Father,— Well, so long as Julia was willing, it 
was a good thing to have the wedding over as soon 
as possible. And now ! they are just about the hap- 
piest pair to be found on this earth. 

Second friend, — I've heard that Ulysses be- 
ing hurried off to the war quickened up the en- 
gagement. 

Father, — Very likely. But now, after the 
years of hard fighting, I'm glad he has his reward 
in the love of that dear little woman. Julia is one 
among many. 

Third friend {earnestly), — Mr. Grant, you 
must be proud of your son. He has brought hon- 
or to you and the country. 

Father, — Indeed, I'm proud; I have a right 
to be. From first to last Ulysses has shown him- 
self persistent and brave as few young men could 
have done. That's why he mounted step by step 
till he became first a lieutenant and then a brevet 
captain. 

Mrs. Grant,— Tut, tut, husband! We 
should leave the praise of our children to others. 



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Second friend, — Mrs. Grant, your husband 
is justified in saying what he did. ( Turning to 
Mr. Grant). I haven't heard yet just how the 
promotions came. Won't you tell us? 

Mr. Grant, — Certainly. First, as you know, 
when the trouble began with Mexico, Ulysses went 
down as a second lieutenant. That was the title 
he received when he joined the regiment after 
graduating from West Point. 

Third friend, — Yes ! Yes ! And well do we re- 
member the day he left home to follow "Old 
Rough and Ready" into Mexico. It must have 
been hard on you, Mrs. Grant. 

Mrs. Grant, — And quite as hard on our dear 
Julia. Just engaged and obliged to bid her lover 
good-by, with the thought that it might be forever! 
But, thank God, he came back to us safe and 
sound, after going through terrible dangers. 

First friend, — I judge from what I have 
heard that he was kept pretty busy during the 
war. 

Father, — Yes, and in different ways, too. The 
first battle in which he fought was followed 
by another the very next day, and a sharp one, 
too. There, as I've been told, (not by Ulysses, 
mind you) he was put on his mettle and showed 



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the stuff he was made of. At one time his captain 
was called off, and he was left to lead a hot charge. 
Not long after that he was made quartermaster 
and adjutant of his regiment. Of course that gave 
him charge of the food and clothing for the men, 
and he did his duty well. It didn't keep him from 
getting into the fight, either. 

Second friend, — I thought a quartermaster 
did not need to go into the fighting. 

Father, — Right you are. But Ulysses is the 
kind of man who is always ready to do more than 
is expected of him. When the fight was raging in 
Monterey, and he volunteered to undertake that 
dangerous ride back to headquarters for ammuni- 
tion, he showed his mettle. 

Second friend, — Do tell us about it. 

Father (excitedly), — All along the way he 
was exposed to the firing of the enemy, — they were 
stationed on the housetops, as well as at the corn- 
ers of the streets through which he had to pass. So, 
what did he do? With one foot in the stirrup and 
one hand holding on to his horse's mane, protect- 
ing himself as well as he could by pressing against 
the animal's side, he drove the horse on at full 
speed till he had passed the city's gates. At one 
place he drove the horse over a four-foot wall for 



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the sake of making a short cut. And would you 
believe it! in the midst of the danger he stopped 
on the way to give help to some wounded men. 
What do you think of that? 

Third friend, — You must have been far- 
sighted when you sent Ulysses to West Point. 

First friend, — Indeed, yes. The way he con- 
ducted himself through the whole war showed him 
a born soldier. 

Father, — And his superior officers saw it. 
Again and again his name was mentioned with 
honor in the reports that went to Washington. At 
last, after the city of Mexico was taken, you know 
how he was rewarded; he was made first lieuten- 
ant of his regiment. The Battle of the Belfry led 
up to it. 

Second friend, — There he comes up the walk 
now, and Julia with him. 

(A moment later Ulysses and his young wife 
enter the room.) 

Ulysses (going from one to another of the 
guests and shaking hands), — I'm very glad to see 
you. (Turning to his wife.) Julia, my dear, you, 
too, will be glad to meet old friends of mine. 

Julia (blushing with shyness),— Indeed I am. 

Ulysses, — We have just been out for a ride 



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through this dear old country. Its quiet is de- 
lightful. 

First friend, — It must be a big change from 
your experiences in Mexico. 

Ulysses, — A happy change, I assure you. 
Nothing suits me better than this quiet country 
life. 

Second friend, — It seems queer to hear you 
say that, when, from all I hear, you entered heart 
and soul into battle. 

Ulysses (quietly), — It was my duty to do so. 
For the same reason I went to the war, though it 
seemed an unjust one. But, — I was under orders, 
— and all a soldier has to think of is obeying or- 
ders. 

First friend, — We all wish to congratulate 
you, Ulysses, first for your happiness with this 
dear little wife; secondly, for your noble conduct 
throughout the war. But now tell us, — how did 
you feel when you met the fire of the enemy for 
the first time? It seems a curious question, per- 
haps, but I've heard that every soldier, at the be- 
ginning, has the same experience. He's afraid. 

Ulysses (smiling), — Then I was like all the 
others, for I wished with all my heart that I had 
not enlisted. 



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Second friend, — And yet I've heard that in 
that very engagement you bore yourself nobly 
and took an active part in driving the Mexicans 
before you. 

Ulysses (modestly), — I only did what I was 
called upon to do. 

First friend, — As you came up the walk your 
father spoke of the Battle in the Belfry. I wish 
you would tell us about it. 

Ulysses, — There is not much to say, but it 
was this way: during the siege of the city of Mex- 
ico, I was on my way with one division of the 
army to attack the north gateway of the city. Of 
course, I was on the lookout for chances to get 
the better of the enemy; pretty soon I thought I 
saw a way to do it. A little back from the road 
and close to the walls of the city stood a small 
church. I looked up at the belfry and a plan came 
into my head at once. If a cannon could be got 
up into that belfry, shot could be sent down upon 
the soldiers defending the gate. 

First friend, — But how could you get a can- 
non up into a belfry? 

Ulysses (smiling), — Easily enough, if it were 
taken apart. As soon as I saw this, I got together 
some men to handle the cannon. Then, carrying 



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the parts between us, and keeping a sharp lookout 
for any enemy along our way, we took a short cut 
for the church. There we were met by the priest. 

k 'I can't let you American soldiers in here," he 
said. 

To which I answered: "But we are going in." 

And we did go in. Each one carrying a part of 
the cannon, we made our way up into the belfry; 
then, working as fast as possible, we put it togeth- 
er again, loaded it, and sent the balls flying down 
among the soldiers inside the city gate. You may 
be sure they were taken by surprise. At first, they 
couldn't imagine where the shot came from. When 
they found out, they made haste to get out of the 
way, instead of sending a troop out to capture us. 
It happened that what we did was a big help to 
our army. There was a funny side to the affair, 
however. When I was called to General Worth 
to tell about what had happened, he was so pleased 
that he ordered another gun to be carried up into 
the belfry. 

Second friend {interrupting) ,— And did you 
do it? 

Ulysses (slowly), — Well, no, — for there 
wasn't room up in the belfry for two cannons. But 
I couldn't say that to my superior officer, you 



68 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

know. That would have been against military 
politeness. 

Father, — The Battle of the Belfry was an im- 
portant step towards the taking of the city and, 
consequently, the ending of the war. But you 
won't get Ulysses to say so. He's too modest. 

Ulysses, — Come, come! I've done enough 
talking about myself. Let's go out and sit down 
under the trees. There, if you like, I'll tell you 
about the wonderful caves in Mexico, and the bull 
fight I saw. But let's have done with war for to- 
day. 

(Ulysses, taking his wife's arm, leads the party 
out-of-doors.) 

Act Five 

Place, — Army Camp in Illinois. 

Time, — June, 1861. 

Congressman Logan, Ulysses Grant, a group of 
soldiers of the Twenty-first regiment of Illinois. 

First soldier, — It looks like a big fight for the 
Union. 

Second soldier, — And a long one. It was easy 
enough to enlist for ninety days, but now we're 
asked to sign for three years, it's another matter. 



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Shall you do it? 

First soldier, — No backing out now. That 
isn't in me. 

Third soldier, — Well, I don't know. We 
havn't got down to business yet, — nothing but 
drilling, and cutting up on the side. But to meet 
the fire of the enemy is another matter. 

Fourth soldier, — So far, we haven't had 
much preparation. For my part, I'm glad we're 
to have a new colonel. Who could respect the 
old one, I'd like to know. Plenty of fun now; 
but when it comes to fighting, I can't say I'd like to 
trust my life to him. 

First soldier, — The chickens in these parts 
couldn't at any rate. We've been left pretty free 
to rob the hen roosts. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! 

Second soldier, — That isn't the worst that 
can be said. One night when I stood on guard 
duty, the colonel called me off with some other 
fellows to make a night of it at the tavern. Of 
course we had a jolly time, but the colonel didn't 
know his business. That, first of all, is to com- 
mand. 

Third soldier, — Right you are. And it doesn't 
do us any good to spend our time in riots and 
drunkenness. But this man Grant, — I wonder if 



7 o ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

he has enough grit in him to straighten us out. He 
isn't much on the looks. 

First soldier, — Not a big man, to be sure. 
I've heard that his mouth has a way of shutting 
together like a rat trap. That means something, 
anyway. 

Fourth soldier,— Hark! There's the call. 
It's the order to meet the new colonel. Come on. 

( The four soldiers follow the rest of the regi- 
ment and gather with them before a stand where 
Congressman Logan is waiting.) 

Logan, — Men of the Twenty-first Illinois, we 
are facing a terrible danger. Our country is to 
be lost or saved according to the bravery of her 
men. It is upon your shoulders to preserve this 
nation in her time of peril. I call upon you, one 
and all, to live, to think, to do with one purpose, 
the bringing of the people of this United States 
together in a lasting bond of brotherhood. 

(Cheers from the regiment.) 

Logan, — And now, let me present to you your 
new colonel, U. S. Grant. 

(Grant comes quietly forward from a place 
where he has been sitting unseen by the regiment. 
As he does so the soldiers whisper together.) 

First soldier (disappointed) , — What! Is that 



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little fellow the new colonel? 

Second soldier, — He doesn't look as though 
he amounted to much. 

Third soldier, — Dried-up like, and seedy as 
an undertaker. Yet they do say that he was a 
hustler down in Mexico. 

Fourth soldier, — Listen! Logan is calling 
for cheers. 

(Men of the regiment together,— Three cheers 
for U. S. Grant/) 

Soldier in the Audience,— A speech 1 A 
speech! give us a speech! 

Regiment Together,— Grant ! Grant ! speech ! 
speech ! 

Grant (coming forward and speaking in a 
short, clear voice), — Men, go to your quarters! 

(Soldiers, startled, look from one to another in 
amazement; then turn about, and with wonderful 
quietness, obey their new colonel's command.) 

First Soldier (as they move along),— Grant's 
all right. He knows what's what. There will be 
order now, and not many words about it. 

Second Soldier, — I'll trust my life to him, and 
not question. 



72 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

Act Six 

Place, — President's study in the White House 
at Washington. 

Time, — March 6, 1864. 

President Lincoln, two members of his cabinet 
and Ulysses Grant. 

(President Lincoln and the two cabinet officers 
seated together, talking.) 

President Lincoln (looking at his watch),— 
I am expecting Grant every moment now. Though 
we have never met, it seems as though we were old 
friends. 

First Cabinet Officer, — We have followed 
him so closely through the terrible years that have 
passed, I feel much the same way myself. 

Lincoln, — There have been times when I 
feared his judgment. More than once I thought 
him in the wrong; but that was because I was far 
away from the field of battle and ignorant of all 
the conditions. But again and again I found 
that Grant had been acting not only bravely, but 
with great wisdom. Our hearts are now in such 
close touch, that as I have already said, it seems as 
though we must have met. 

Second Cabinet Officer, — What a wonder- 



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ful record his has been from the day he took com- 
mand of that lawless Illinois regiment, and brought 
them to order. His successes have been amaz- 
ing. Seventeen victorious battles to the credit of 
that small, quiet man ! It's wonderful ! 

First Cabinet Officer,— And one hundred 
thousand men taken prisoners. No one in the his- 
tory of our country save Washington can be called 
his equal. 

Lincoln, — Unspoiled by praise and never once 
seeking the promotions he has received. I am 
looking forward with the greatest pleasure to con- 
ferring upon him the highest honor ever given to 
an officer in the American army. 

First Cabinet Officer, — On the way here 
I heard a good story about Grant. It seems that 
when he arrived at the hotel, he asked for a room, 
as any other citizen would do. The clerk didn't 
recognize him and said he had nothing to offer 
except an upper story room. "That will do," 
Grant answered, and turned to sign the hotel reg- 
ister. 

Lincoln (smiling),— And then what hap- 
pened? 

First Cabinet Officer,— When the head 
clerk saw the name you may well believe there was 



74 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

a lively time. The man simply couldn't do enough 
to make up for the lack of attention at first. By 
the time supper was served the news had spread 
that Grant was in the house. There was more 
excitement still when he was spied out by his 
shoulder straps and the three stars, sitting quietly 
at one of the tables. One of the guests jumped up 
in his chair, and waving his napkin, cried, "Three 
cheers for Lieutenant-General Grant!" Then 
Grant 1 Grant ! Grant ! sounded through the room. 
At last he got up and bowed, but he couldn't stand 
so much attention, and slipped out of the room 
without finishing his supper. 

Lincoln,— Just like all I have heard of him. 
Since the bill was passed by Congress to revive the 
rank of Lieutenant-General, Grant must have un- 
derstood the reason, as well as why he is now 
called to Washington. In fact, everybody under- 
stands. 

First Officer,— Since his success at Chatta- 
nooga, Grant has merited the highest possible hon- 
or. That battle completely changed our outlook 
and gave us new hope and courage. 

Second Officer,— Some called it magic. But it 
really came through the most careful planning, 
as well as the perfect faith Grant's men had in 



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him. 

(Grant is now ushered into the room. Lincoln 
steps forward to meet his visitor. He takes the 
general's small hand in his own large one and 
shakes it heartily.) 

Lincoln {earnestly), — 1 am glad to see you, 
General Grant. 

( The two men look silently and affectionately 
into each other's faces. After a moment Lincoln 
speaks.) 

Lincoln, — Do you hear all the hubbub outside 
in the halls? The crowd is getting larger every 
minute, for everyone wishes to meet our hero. 
Come, let us go to the East Room where your 
friends may have a chance to shake hands with 
you. 

(He leads the way, smiling as he does so at 
Grant's shy manner and blushing face.) 

Act Seven 

Place,— In front of the east side of the Capi- 
tol at Washington, where a large platform has 
been set up. 

Time,— March 4, 1868. 

The streets below are filled with crowds of peo- 



76 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

pie. At first, the platform is empty; afterwards 
it is occupied by General Grant, his family, and 
leading men of the country. 

Soldier, with one arm (standing in the midst 
of the crowd with his wife and children), — It is 
good to be alive to-day. The country may well 
be proud of its choice. 

Wife, — Never a nobler, more straightforward 
man has ever been chosen for President. What 
I like best about him is that he wouldn't work to 
get the office, but said, "If the people wish me for 
President, they will make me so." 

Soldier (admiringly) , — Unconditional Surren- 
der Grant! I'm proud to have been in the fight 
that brought him that name. Well do I remem- 
ber it. Many of us were shivering with terror, 
and it seemed hopeless to press on. In fact, nearly 
all had begun to give way, when the General, put- 
ting his cap on the point of his sword, cried, "No 
flinching ! Come on, men, here's the way !" Then up 
the hill he rode in the thick of shot and shell, and 
took the fort by storm. It was a storm, too, and 
much too great for the enemy to withstand. The 
next morning, when we were getting ready for a 
fresh attack, the general in command offered to 
surrender, but he wanted to make terms. And 



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what was Grant's answer? "No terms, except im- 
mediate, unconditional surrender, can be accept- 
ed." He got it, but how? Through plain, dog- 
ged grit ! That's what it was ! 

Wife,— One of the shyest men that ever lived, 
they say. 

Soldier,— Yes, when he's on his feet in a hall 
filled with people. But at the head of his army 
and on horseback, a very different man. Then he's 
Unconditional Surrender Grant, and without an 
equal. 

Soldier's Son, — The crowd is packing in fast. 
I'm glad it's almost time for the exercises to begin. 

Soldier's Daughter, — O dear! I can hardly 
breathe. Look! Father! Mother! The plat- 
form is filling up. There's Mrs. Grant. 

Soldier's Son,— And the three sons just behind 
her. The one to the left is Colonel Fred Grant. 
He's a chip of the old block, — did good fighting 
too, didn't he? 

Soldier, — Indeed he did. He deserves the 
place he won in the army. 

Daughter, — Mrs. Grant has a fine face, hasn't 
she? See how proudly she looks at her husband. 

Wife,— Her courage all through the war kept 
up the hearts of us women who sent our dearest 



78 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

into the fight. They say she and her husband are 
just like lovers. 

Daughter, — But do see the one little daugh- 
ter. Her name is Nellie. Isn't she sweet? 

Soldier, — Sh ! Grant is coming forward to 
take the oath of office. The Judges of the Su- 
preme Court are behind him. 

( The crowd presses harder than ever, everyone 
trying to get near enough to hear the speakers on 
the platform.) 

Wife (whispering) , — I can scarcely catch the 
words. 

Grant (in a calm voice), — I do solemnly swear 
that I will faithfully execute the office of President 
of the United States, and will to the best of my 
ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Consti- 
tution of the United States. 

(Guns boom and steam whistles blow in sa- 
lute. The crowd cheers with all its might. Quiet 
comes at last and President Grant begins to read 
an address to the people.) 

Daughter (whispering) , — The crowd presses 
on us so, I can't hear a word. 

Soldier,— Never mind, my dear. We can look 
at our President, at any rate, and to-morrow we 
can read the address in the newspaper. 



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Wife,— Look! Look! See his dear little 
daughter. She has slipped up to her father's side 
and taken hold of his hand. Isn't it touching? 

Daughter,— She doesn't seem to notice the 
crowd watching her, — all she thinks of is her 
father. I just love her for it. 

Soldier {drawing a long breath) ,— There! it 
is over. 

{He and his family join in the cheers of the 
crowd. ) 

Act Eight 

Place, — Grant's tomb, at Riverside Park, on 
the Hudson. 

Time, — Summer of IQ14. 

Old man, his wife and granchildren. 

Old Man,— This place is a beautiful one to 
me. Whenever I stand here, fire stirs in my heart 
and I am young again. Such a wonderful man as 
Grant was, — so brave, so firm, so ready to sacri- 
fice himself. It is no wonder that the whole world 
has rung with his praises. 

Wife {sighing) ,— His strong spirit gave such 
courage that thousands of women were able to 
send their husbands and sons and sweethearts into 



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battle, and to rejoice in doing it. 

Old Man,— Grant's courage was of the noblest 
kind, because it was so quiet and steady. It was 
just as much alive when he took the Presidency as 
when he was leading his army. 

Granddaughter (slowly), — Why, grandfath- 
er, I don't see how. I should think any man would 
be gloriously happy to be made President. 

Old Man, — My child, you don't realize what it 
means, — all the cares, the hard work, the worry, 
to say nothing of the troubles that come from the 
enemies a President cannot help making. It is 
impossible for him to please everyone, — impossi- 
ble. But let us go back to Grant himself. When 
the war was over he was free to enjoy his home 
and his family, but only for a while. After Lin- 
coln's assassination, a weak man had taken his 
place when a strong one was needed. Then, when 
the time came to elect a new President there was a 
big cry for Grant. The man who had led the army 
to victory, the man who had been so just in his 
dealings with those who had for a time been his 
enemies, — surely he was better fitted than anyone 
else to guide the country. Would he let himself 
run for office? When this question was asked he 
saw what the sacrifice meant,— that he must give 



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up rest and comfort, the noble title of General of 
the Army, and a salary for life of twenty-two thou- 
sand dollars a year, which had been voted for him. 
What was his answer? It was that of a soldier 
who had been trained to obey as well as command. 
"If the people of my country want me," said he, 
"I must accept the Presidency. But I will not 
myself work to gain the position." 

Grandson, — My teacher told me that it wasn't 
much like the way Presidents get elected now-a- 
days. They wear themselves out beforehand trav- 
elling around the country making speeches to get 
the favor of the people. 

Granddaughter (eagerly), — But Grant got 
it in his own way ! 

Old Man, — And by the vote of a large major- 
ity. 

Wife,— Grant never could have been born in 
any other country ! He's just American. A tan- 
ner's son in a little country town, rising from al- 
most nothing to the two greatest places the great- 
est country on earth could give him ! It didn't 
take many years to do it, either. 

Granddaughter {turning to her grandfath- 
er) ,— You told me once that when he was a young 
fellow at West Point, where he hated to go, and 



82 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

where he didn't show much ability in anything ex- 
cept managing a horse, he had a queer feeling one 
day. Suddenly he seemed to be reviewing the 
cadets just as General Scott, the head of the army, 
sometimes did. 

Old Man,— It was a dream of the future, and 
no mistake. 

Grandson {thoughtfully) ,— And at the time 
Grant had no idea of ever entering the army after 
he should leave West Point. He expected to 
teach. Yes, that experience was queer. 

Wife, — I like, best of all, to think of Grant in 
his home. He was such a devoted husband and 
father. All the honors heaped upon him in 
his last years were of little value beside the hap- 
piness of being with his dear ones. 

Grandson, — After his eight years of being 
President he must have had a grand trip around 
the world with his family. 

Granddaughter,— Um-m-m! Think of the 
banquets with the Queen of England, and the King 
of Belgium. And the fine presents given him by 
the greatest people in Europe ! 

Grandson,— I think the Arabian horses given 
by the Sultan of Turkey were the best of all. Grant 
loved horses so much, they must have pleased 



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him. 

Old Man,— The United States wasn't behind- 
hand, for when Grant returned from his trip, he 
was given two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, 
besides a beautiful home in New York City. 

Granddaughter,— Then he was a rich man! 

Old Man (shaking his head),— Alas ! he didn't 
keep the money long. He entered into the banking 
business, the bank failed, and he became a poor 
man. 

Wife, — He never did get on very well in busi- 
ness, in the different times in his life when he tried 
it. He wasn't fitted for it. He could succeed only 
when working for others. More honor to him! 

Old Man (turning to the children) ,— Amen! 
The most glorious act of a glorious life was the 
work that Grant did for his family,— the last which 
was possible for him. 

The Children Together, — What was it, 
Grandpa? 

Old Man,— He could not bear that he should 
leave his dear wife without comfort and plenty. 
He had received an offer from a leading maga- 
zine, to write for them the story of his life in the 
Civil War, and he set to work. Though he soon 
began to suffer from a terrible disease that was 



84 ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

to end his life, he kept on, bravely writing seven or 
eight hours a day, though the pain and weakness 
were growing greater all the time. Through his 
wonderful will he lived to finish that story which 
afterwards brought a fortune to Mrs. Grant. This 
monument by which we are now standing has been 
given by a loving people, but he made a monu- 
ment for himself in the two volumes written in 
those last days of suffering. 

Wife (turning to grandchildren), — The whole 
country mourned his loss. At least a million peo- 
ple joined in the funeral ceremonies. 

Old Man,— Of all the touching words said of 
our hero, none were more fitting than those of his 
pastor, Dr. Newman: "Well done, thou good and 
faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy 
Lord." 



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